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baneofpaley (baneofpaley) wrote in rockthatmeme,
@ 2016-03-07 22:42:00

confession meme

It's been welling up inside of you for so long you just have to let it out. Or maybe you don't have much of a choice.

How to Play:

Post with your character | fandom | and any preferences.
Be sure to mention any scenarios you are interested or not interested in playing.
Tag Others.
Be awesome to each other.
Have fun!

Use the RNG to help you pick or choose on your own!

LOCATION PROMPTS

RUSHED • You need to tell them but they're about to be gone forever! Better chase down that plane/train/automobile before they leave your life forever and never hear what you have to say.
WEDDING • You can't help it, being surrounded by all of these people who look like they don't have a care in the world makes you feel like you have to get it off of your chest.
FUNERAL • Okay, probably not the best time, but now you're realizing just how short life is. Do you really want to die with this secret?
FAMILY GATHERING • You know it might make them mad or upset but honestly, who's willing to yell and scream at you with their mother standing right there?
LATE NIGHT VISIT • It's been eating at you so much that you can't hold it in anymore. So what if it's 3AM? Bang on the door until they answer!
WILDCARD: • Not interested in any of the options or have an idea of your own? Do your own thing; you do you!

CONFESSION PROMPTS

I HATE YOUR BOY/GIRLFRIEND • I know that they make you happy, but what a jackass.
MURDER • Oops? Probably worst with the funeral prompt. Or best.
LOVE • I think you know where this is going.
FALSE/HIDDEN IDENTITY • I'm a superhero. Or a supervillain. Or that guy who left a nasty letter on your windshield. In my defense, you park like an idiot.
PREGNANCY • And you... ARE the father! (Or are not. Whichever causes more issue.)
WILDCARD: • Make something up!

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theworstalpha
2016-03-11 03:23 pm UTC (link)

His stomach turned again with her words. She'd believed him — just like he'd wanted her to, at the time — because she thought she could and, up until that point, she'd never been wrong about that. Derek lied to her to protect himself. Plain and simple, that was what he'd done and Patty deserved a lot better than that. The selfish part of him was here because he realized a little too late that he wasn't ready and he didn't want to let her go. Derek knew he wasn't being fair. So when she clarified that she thought that she might have known rather than agreeing that she did, Derek didn't argue with her, even though he thought, deep down, she'd known and that was why she'd told him that she loved him...because she'd assumed he would say it back. And he should have.

He was silent, looking down at the puddle of rain water forming at his feet where he stood. Patty wasn't kicking him out, but she wasn't really inviting him in, either, and Derek was terrified that if he decided to take an initiative to move to her before she was ready for that — if she ever was — then he'd make her decision for her and she'd decide against him; she'd send him away to protect herself and why shouldn't she, based on the experiences she'd had up until now?

Patty moved, finally, hesitating before actually moving close enough that he could touch her, but he waited. Derek didn't want to press his luck, but once he felt her forehead against his shoulder, Derek ignored the rain soaked into his clothes or the fact that he would be transferring that to hers, and he pulled her in close, tucking his chin and pressing his lips to the top of her head. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not. I won't. I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me to," he promised.

"I love you so much, Patty, and I'm so, so sorry," he whispered against the side of her head as he shifted to press his cheek to the spot on her head where he'd kissed her a moment before.

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detectivespivot
2016-03-12 04:58 am UTC (link)

It was conflicting when his arms wrapped around her, because Patty was still angry, and hurt and upset. She knew that she should pull away from him and tell him that this didn't mean things were okay, it didn't mean that they were okay, and yet she felt herself leaning into him. Because it was Derek. And it felt right to be there with him.

Tears started to fall more freely as she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into his shoulder, uncaring of how cold he was in the aftermath of his travels in the pouring rain. She breathed him in, having missed the faint and simplistic scent of his deodorant and body wash, and when he said it again, a second time, the tension left Patty's body and she all but melted into him, her hold around him tightening and her fingers digging into his shirt as if afraid he was going to pull away. "I love you too," she admitted, and she felt guilty when the words left her because she had promised herself that she wouldn't do that again. But it felt too good. All of this felt too good and she was just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But nothing was happening. It was just silence in her living room as he held her, and after a while Patty took in a shuttering breath before moving her arm from around him to lift a hand and wipe her eyes. "Come on." She croaked, looking up at him. Her eyes lingered for a second too long, and she maintained the close proximity for a moment more than necessary before she began to tug away. "You're soaked, I think I have one of your gym bags that you left here, I washed the clothes for you. I was going to bring it over but that was before - it's upstairs, let's get you dry. You're freezing."

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theworstalpha
2016-03-12 03:53 pm UTC (link)

Derek's eyes closed and he tightened his grip on her, too, when he felt Patty cling harder. He was just as afraid of the other shoe dropping. That she'd disappear from right in front of him and be sent home, never to be seen again because if she came from the world with the Flash and Stiles read the Flash in comic books, then Patty came from a world that was fiction in the world he came from. If she was sent away, that was it. That was half the reason he'd been so scared to let himself feel what he felt.

Hearing her say that she loved him too, even though he'd already known that she had was a bigger relief than probably she realized. It was just as likely, in Derek's mind, for her to want nothing to do with him anymore. But she still loved him and Derek gave her a little squeeze in an attempt to let her know just how much be appreciated that.

His hold loosened just slightly when he felt her moving and Derek looked down at her, offering a weak smile and a nod when she suggested he change his clothes. Patty started to tug on him to get him to head toward the stairs and Derek pulled her back in, dragging her into the kiss he'd been aching to give her for months. He poured everything into that kiss; his pain, his relief, his love, his apology. His hands moved to her face, holding her there gently, because he needed it right then. She could be angry with him, she could even send him right back out the door with his gym bag and tell him she never wanted to see him again, no matter how much she cared about him, but Derek needed this one last thing. She'd heard him say that he loved her, but Derek needed her to feel.

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detectivespivot
2016-03-12 08:01 pm UTC (link)

In her defense, if Patty knew what he was going to try to do she would have at least attempted to stop him or pull away. She was trying her best to keep herself guarded, doing everything she could to try and salvage what little pride she could possibly still have for herself, so Derek pulling her so suddenly into himself was something she would have said he wasn't allowed to do. She would have justified all of this to herself if she could stick to her anger for just a bit longer, but suddenly she was back in his arms and Derek's mouth found her own, and Patty melted.

She would have liked to be able to say that she had resisted a little more but it would be a blatant lie. Patty gave in almost immediately, not only returning his kiss but deepening it, and her hands twisted into his shirt tightly in an effort to pull him closer into her body. His clothes were soaked, hers were much too thin, but Patty didn't care in that moment as one hand moved to the back of his neck to try and drag him down closer. Maybe he was going to leave again. He could still change his mind and leave her to sit there and wait for him forever, Patty wasn't blind to that possibility, so pride and guilt be damned. She might not have gotten another chance, and she knew taking this one would make everything so much more horrible if he forgot about her but she needed it. She needed this... Patty needed him.

He was tall. She was struggling to keep him as close as she ached to have him, and her next action was barely thought through before execution, her mind running in circles. Patty parted from him for a split second, grabbing his shoulders and digging her fingers in before easily jumping up and wrapping her long legs around his waist. It was good that he was who he was because she had to use him to support her own weight in the gesture, and since it was without warning she would have probably knocked a weaker man over. She never worried about things like that with Derek, though, she never had to. As soon as she was wrapped around him she deepened the kiss again at the angle she needed, flush up against him with his face in her hands at a perfect position for her to pour herself into him.

If this was going to be her last chance to be a 'we' with him before he changed his mind, Patty was going to take it. Her heart, her anger, frustration, love, hurt, even that tiny sting of feeling lesser of a person went into that kiss, and Patty's fingertips were twisted into the back of Derek's hair by the time she parted to try and calm her pounding heartbeat. "I'm still mad." It didn't even sound like she could pretend the proper tone, her voice tiny as she tried to stick to her original plan despite the fact that she had effectively destroyed any chance she had to convince him that she was anything other than won over.

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theworstalpha
2016-03-12 10:51 pm UTC (link)

Derek felt her part from him and he started to move to chase her before he realized what she was about to do. He caught her easily, hooking an arm under her backside and pressing his other hand flat against her back, more than happy to oblige to the second kiss. Everything about her from the taste of her to the sound of her heart racing was intoxicating and he never wanted to put her down or stop, but eventually, she parted again and Derek took a deep breath as he looked back at her.

I'm still mad. Of course she was. Derek wasn't foolish enough to think that kissing her was going to erase all the upset that had come with the pain he'd put her through. "I know," he whispered back, attempting to give the words a voice and failing.

As much as he didn't want to put her down, Derek did, then. They were both soaked now and he wasn't all that cold, but she probably was and Derek recognized that. "...do you want to toss me down the bag?" he asked. "Just, I don't know if me walking up there this soaked is a great idea, I'll just be dripping all through your house..." he pointed out apologetically.

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detectivespivot
2016-03-13 12:01 am UTC (link)

If there was a chill, Patty was much too invested in what was happening for her to feel it. She leaned into him, her forehead resting against his own when he responded, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from apologizing to him when she heard how his voice sounded. She didn't owe anybody an apology, she told herself that, and yet she still felt bad for making him upset.

Her legs untangled from around his waist and it was only then that Patty felt the chill of cold air against her front, when she was completely parted from him. "I'll bring it down," she agreed, her cheeks burning hotly. She wasn't embarrassed or shy, she was just overwhelmed with everything that was happening and so blindsided by it that she felt raw and exposed. It took her a moment before her arms wrapped across her chest again, but this time it was against the chill from her soaked shirt, along with more obvious reasons she would have to cover herself. "I'll be right back." She moved to turn around but she stopped, looking back at him with an almost worried glance, as if she wasn't sure he would still be there when she came back down. She almost asked him not to leave again but she stopped herself and forced herself to move, running upstairs an changing her shirt before returning with his bag.

"Here," she handed it to him, the tension in the air thick and making her tense. What did they do now? How did they move forward? She took gestured to the downstairs bathroom. "You can get changed in there, just put the wet clothes in the bag, I can take care of them for you. ...If you want, I mean, not that you can't take care of your own clothes it's just that you're already here and it's already so late and it would be silly for you to go all the way back home in the rain so I thought that you would be crashing here and I know you know how to do laundry I just thought that you'd be tired and I have to do it anyway and I don't m- ...I'm going to be in the living room..." She stopped herself abruptly, her cheeks burning hotter now, and she turned quickly to walk back to the couch to avoid looking at him. She ran her mouth when she got nervous, and this was probably the absolute worst time for her to do that.

She sat on the couch but she didn't start the television again, instead staring at the frozen screen before looking up when he came out of the bathroom. "...Do you feel better?"

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theworstalpha
2016-03-13 01:55 am UTC (link)

Derek nodded and gave her a small smile. "Thanks," he said. He would've felt worse tracking mud through her house in addition to dripping all over the place, so he was glad that she agreed to go get the bag and bring it to him. She was already understandably and justifiably upset with him, he didn't need to add another reason to her list. The look on her face just before she turned to head up the stairs broke his heart. She was afraid he was going to leave...he could see it in her eyes.

So when she disappeared up the stairs, he stood still, waiting for her to return and he took the bag from her, eyes following her gesture to the bathroom. Derek nodded with a little smile. The more she talked, though, the bigger his smile became. He didn't know why it was endearing when Patty rambled the way she did when she was nervous or frantic — it drove him absolutely apeshit angry when Stiles did the same thing — but it was. "That sounds good, thank you," he replied, giving her a fond look before he finally started toward the bathroom to change.

All that was in the gym bag was a white tank top and a pair of black basketball shorts with legs that hung around the top of his knees, but they were dry, so that was good enough. It would've been better if he'd had a spare pair of boxer shorts in there, but he didn't, so he just went commando under the shorts, figuring their legs were long enough to keep it from being too much of a problem.

Once he emerged, he had the gym bag hanging loosely by its strap over one shoulder and a pile of wet clothes in one hand with his soaked sneakers in the other. "Yeah, much better. ...can I still dry these? Is that cool?"

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detectivespivot
2016-03-13 03:06 am UTC (link)

"What?" Her eyes moved to the pile of clothing in his hand, her brain moving too slow to realize exactly what he was talking about due to the lack of sleep and severe amount of stress that her body had been put through within the past hour. "Oh! Oh, yes. Yeah, I've got it." She got to her feet before he could protest, moving across the room to take the clothes out of his hands along with his sneakers. "I'll just throw these in the dryer, I'll put the shoes by the back door next to the radiator, they'll be dry by the time you need them. Sit, get comfortable, I'll be right back."

Upset or not, Patty couldn't control herself. This was how she made things better, she just... fixed things until everything was okay. She would fix his clothes, and fix his shoes, but she didn't know how to fix herself to the point where she wouldn't be so scared that he was lying to her and would just leave when she turned her back. She knew how ridiculous it was, logically, but a part of her refused to listen to that logic in favor of the outlandish notion that he regretted coming in the first place and was just looking for the first reason to slip out. It would fade, though, she told herself. The fear would fade, she was just on edge because of how quickly things were changing, but until it did she could fix other things. She had to know that she was useful enough to at least do that.

She left him in her living room, glancing over her shoulder once before disappearing around the corner and tossing his clothes into the dryer and tucking his shoes under the radiator so they wouldn't be banging around in the dryer for thirty minutes. She stayed back there for a moment longer than she needed to, standing in the middle of her laundry room with her head in her heads to try and clear her thoughts before sighing and returning to him in the living room. She hated how relieved she was when she first caught sight of him, and she mentally scolded herself before finally returning to her couch to sit.

She seemed shy when she glanced over at him before patting the spot beside her. "They'll take about a half an hour... they were really wet, Derek, you could have at least brought an umbrella with you so you wouldn't freeze to death..." she trailed off, nervously brushing her hair behind her ear. "...You'll stay though? It's too late for you to go home now. You'll stay?"

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theworstalpha
2016-03-13 03:19 pm UTC (link)

Derek opened his mouth to protest, to say that he could do it himself if she just showed him where the machines were, because he hadn't ever actually been to that part of her house, but Patty was up and taking his things before he could get a word in edgewise. He paused for a few moments before finally folloWing her instruction and sinking down onto the far end of the couch in her absence.

Things were going to be weird now — weirder than they had been, even — for a while, he thought, and that was going to take some getting used to. Derek was more accustomed to making himself at home in Patty's house and for her to do the same at his, and Derek knew it wasn't going to be like that for a while, while things settled again. It kind of bummed him out, but he thought he really only had himself to blame for that, so he had little to no right to be upset about it.

Patty returned and sat down, gesturing for him to sit closer, so Derek shifted on the couch and chanced putting an arm around her shoulder. A small, endeared smile slipped over his lips at her question. "If you'll let me, then yes. I want to stay."

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